Zi Yan had no patience to wait for them to make their decision slowly. Her purple-gold dragon pupils coldly swept over Xuan Yuan blocking her path, then she tilted her head to glance at the Netherworld Prince behind her. A cold yet proud curve slowly rose at the corners of her lips.
Since the Netherworld Prince had publicly declared just now that he would join forces with Xuan Yuan to seek her guidance, how could she refuse the challenge?
Facing two opponents alone—what was there to fear from two so-called first and second-ranked figures on the Dragon-Phoenix Record?
"Since you want to come at me together, don't waste time." Zi Yan gave a cold snort, lightly tapped the void with her toes, and shot forward like a phantom.
Zi Yan's speed was so extreme that even space was torn open by fine cracks in her wake. In the next instant, she appeared directly between Xuan Yuan and the Netherworld Prince, swinging out two streams of purple-gold force toward the opponents before and behind her.
As Zi Yan took the initiative to attack, the Netherworld Prince's expression suddenly darkened.
A ruthless gleam flashed through his cold eyes. Then he tightly clenched his hand, and a frigid glow crazily gathered in his palm. The light was an incomparably deep black, like the purest darkness beneath Nine Nether.
Countless shrill wails faintly echoed within that darkness, as though the lost souls he had refined through the secret arts of the Netherworld Palace were crying out in their final despair.
At last, the ghostly light condensed into shape, transforming into a pitch-black halberd.
The halberd was dark and dull throughout, its shaft covered in fine, strange patterns of light. Its tip forked like a venomous serpent's tongue, gleaming with deadly sharpness, while a scalp-numbing